Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
AZ,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.